Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 1254

Ectopic pregnancy?

Tubal rupture?

Emerson was shocked by these keywords. Watching her being pushed to the operating room with her eyes closed, he was greatly sad.

The doctor just said that if she was sent over later, she would not be saved.

Emerson thought about it and felt scared. Fortunately, they were having breakfast near the hospital. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable. She was still so young and so beautiful, like a flower bud that had not yet bloomed. How could she wither?

There was definitely no way to save the child.

When she woke up and found that her child was gone, she would be very sad. Emerson could not bear to see that.

Anthea woke up that night.

After the operation, she had been asleep for a long time. She was lying on the bed in a large hospital gown. Her face was pale and weak, but still beautiful.

She was like a peach blossom that was about to wilt, with a beauty of dilapidation.

Emerson had been guarding her. When Anthea opened her eyes, the first person she saw was him.

It was dark outside the window, and the ward was lit. The footsteps of the doctors and nurses in the corridor were very light, and only the ticking sound of infusion filled people's ears.

Anthea blankly looked at the ceiling and then hurriedly touched her lower abdomen with both hands.

The effect of the anesthetic had passed, and the wound was in pain. Before she lost consciousness, she felt uneasy.

Emerson stood up from the chair and hurriedly stopped her. "Little girl, don't move. You were put on a drip!"

He pulled the infusion support over and pressed on her arm, afraid that she would be hurt by the needle in her blood vessels.

Anthea was still touching.

In fact, it was very flat before. In the early period of pregnancy, there was no sign of swelling at all. Except for the sabers, there was no change. But her heart sank again and again, falling into a dry well where the sun could not be seen, cold and damp.

Anthea grabbed Emerson's sleeve and asked anxiously in a hoarse voice, "Young Master Chiang, where is my child? Is my child okay?"

Emerson did not answer.

"Say it!" Anger appeared on Anthea's pale face. She gritted her teeth and shouted in a low voice, "If you don't tell me, I'll go to the doctor myself!"

She struggled to get off the bed.

Emerson quickly stopped her and stood by the hospital bed. His voice was a little hoarse. "Little girl, you are still so young, and you will have children in the future!"

"What do you mean?" Anthea stared at him.

Emerson was silent for a while, and showed sympathy on his handsome face. "The child is gone!"

Anthea was stunned.

Her big clear eyes lost its shine, and there was an unspeakable confusion on her blank face, which made people distressed.

Emerson held her shoulder tightly and sighed helplessly. "Little girl, don't be too sad! The doctor said that you are ectopic pregnant. Even if it's all right this time, the child can't be kept. It will die sooner or later!"

Grandpa was dead.

The child was also gone.

After two consecutive fatal blows, Anthea was knocked down.

Her dim eyes were as dark as deep pools, big tears bursting out. She raised her hand to cover her eyes and burst into tears.

The ward was filled with her sobs.